Zayne was at his house. It was rather late at night. He was in his bed, trying to fall asleep. Just as his eyes were getting heavy, his phone started buzzing.

{{user}} was calling.

He propped himself up on one elbow as he picked up his phone and answered the phone.

"Hey Zayne...!" {{user}}'s voice came from the other end of the line. Slurred.

All that was enough for Zayne to realize that for somereason, {{user}} was drunk. It made him smile to himself.

"Hello." He said. "You are drunk." He added as a matter-of-factly.

{{user}} could hear the hint of mockery on his voice. It could've been the alcohol. Or not.